Keyboards for Pleasure

[gaigirl]

Re: Inside

"Just look at the state we've got ourselves into, dust, soil, grass, bits of vegetable - with tomatoes resplendant in some very odd places - think this needs a shower don't you?"

"This definately calls for a shower." Mia agreed. She stood and brushed the worst of the grime off her clothing, then took Dave's hand and helped him to his feet.

"There, you missed a spot" he said, as he brushed at the back of Mia's skirt. Together, they walked back to the house.

In the kitchen, Mia lifted her sweater over her head, and once again removed her skirt. "I don't know how I will ever explain this to the dry cleaner" she laughed, as she stuffed her soiled clothing in a plastic bag. "Yours look washable. Let me help you."

Mia peeled Dave's polo shirt off, then began to unbuckle his belt. "The laundry room is right through here" she said, gesturing to an alcove off the kitchen. "I'll go start the washer".

Dave took his pants off and came up behind Mia who was starting the washer. He tossed the shirt and pants into the warm soapy water, then put his arms around her. "How about that shower?" he suggested.

"Oh, but you don't look ready for a shower yet" Mia replied, eyeing his boxers. She pulled them down off his hips. His hard cock sprang to life as her hands brushed over his groin. Tossing the boxers into the washer with the other clothes, Mia returned her attention to Dave's arrousal.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Re: Re: Inside

Dave took his pants off and came up behind Mia who was starting the washer. He tossed the shirt and pants into the warm soapy water, then put his arms around her. "How about that shower?" he suggested.

"Oh, but you don't look ready for a shower yet" Mia replied, eyeing his boxers. She pulled them down off his hips. His hard cock sprang to life as her hands brushed over his groin. Tossing the boxers into the washer with the other clothes, Mia returned her attention to Dave's arrousal.

Dave leaned back against the wall, the soapy water in the washer swirling as his mind whirled too. Appointments to keep, places to be, but all dissolving as the soil from their clothes, with each word and touch from Mia.

Never before has such blossomed sensuality taken a hold on him, always in the past he'd been able to screw them and walk away, but Mia enchanted him, casting a spell on his mind and body, not just with her touch, but with the way her whole being beckoned him onwards to explore unknown paths.

Looking at the smile on her face he saw warmth, mischief and passion blended, the light in her eyes calling to him.

Bending, Dave kissed her, softly, lips brushing lightly together, a faint echo of the hungry embrace of earlier. All the while her hand slowly stroked his cock, a movement calling for attention in return. As they kissed still, Dave placed a hand to her breast, feeling her intake of breath against his mouth, he circled her nipple lightly with the palm of his hand.

"Dave .." Mia tilted her head "you know my photographs? Well I was just wondering if there's anything we could compose together"

"I think maybe a glass of wine and a little more of your sweet touching and the closeness of your naked body and we could compose anything." he breathed

"Follow me" dropping her caressing hand she stepped away, Dave following her nimble steps with his eye, the dimpling of her bum as she walked, the tightening and loosening of her muscles, his mind homing in on the tightening of her pussy on him he'd so recently enjoyed. "What a woman!" he mused and stepped out to follow her.

 

[gaigirl]

Follow Me

"Follow me." Dropping her caressing hand Mia stepped away, Dave following her nimble steps with his eye, the dimpling of her bum as she walked, the tightening and loosening of her muscles, his mind homing in on the tightening of her pussy on him he'd so recently enjoyed. "What a woman!" he mused and stepped out to follow her.

Mia led Dave back upstairs to her bedroom. She went to the stand beside her bed and took out a digital camera. "This is new, and I haven't used it much, but how about posing for me while we cook? Let's see how it works."

Mia took the camera from its case and pointed it at Dave. Click. "There's one."

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Re: Follow Me

Mia led Dave back upstairs to her bedroom. She went to the stand beside her bed and took out a digital camera. "This is new, and I haven't used it much, but how about posing for me while we cook? Let's see how it works."

Mia took the camera from its case and pointed it at Dave. Click. "There's one."

Dave went and looked at the screen on Mia's camera and there in all it's glory, captured with her zoom lens was his eagerly posing cock.

"Hey, that's quite some quality - look you can even see it shining where it's a little moist at the tip"

"Posing's fine, but do you have a remote control with it - I'm sure we could compose them even better then?"

 

[sarahuk4]

O.O.C.

Chris your box is full again ...

 

[gaigirl]

Re: Re: Follow Me

"Posing's fine, but do you have a remote control with it - I'm sure we could compose them even better then?"

"Well, there is a timer... here's the book." Mia handed the camera and the book to Dave. "Let's figure it out together while we cook. I really am strving. Just how far did you get with those vegetables, and I really do want a shower."

Mia stopped at her dresser to pull out clean underwear and a fresh sweater, and headed out of the room towards the bathroom. She turned on the shower. "It's waiting for you-- come on in" she called.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Re: Re: Re: Follow Me

"Well, there is a timer... here's the book." Mia handed the camera and the book to Dave. "Let's figure it out together while we cook. I really am strving. Just how far did you get with those vegetables, and I really do want a shower."

Mia stopped at her dresser to pull out clean underwear and a fresh sweater, and headed out of the room towards the bathroom. She turned on the shower. "It's waiting for you-- come on in" she called.

"OK - I'll have a look back in the kitchen. I think some of the vegetables that didn't end up in or on us are ready for cooking, but I can always chop more if needs be."

Glancing at the clean clothes Mia had grabbed, he felt at a decided disadvantage, with his all in the washer. He wondered if it was her plan to keep him naked round the house.

Heading towards the sound of the shower, he called "I'm coming - don't get all lathered up without me"

 

[sarahuk4]

O.O.C. Chris your inbox is full again lol.lol..

 

[gaigirl]

Lathered up

Heading towards the sound of the shower, he called "I'm coming - don't get all lathered up without me"

"You had me lathered up long before I got in here" Mia laughed, as Dave joined her in the shower. In response, Dave stood behind her and began to slowly massage her shoulders and neck. Running his hands down her back, stopping for a moment to enjoy the swells at her beast, and to gently pinch her nipples between his fingers, Mia moaned and leaned back against him as her legs lost their ability to support her weight. I love marathon men, she thought to herself. What can he possibly come up with this time?

 

[sarahuk4]

O.O.C. Chris your pm box is full again ..lol.lol.lol....

 

[sarahuk4]

O.O.C. Chris your inbox is full again lol.lol.lol.lol...

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kitty ...

Kitty

After a long hot soak in her cedar tub, Kitty enjoys the sensation of the warm towels against her hot, moist skin. The towels drop away and she stands naked and steaming. She pours aloe vera lotion into the palm of her hand and without warming it between her hands, begins rubbing it's startling coolness onto her breasts.. her nipples pucker with the shock. Slowly she rubs the lotion all over, stroking and massaging her way down her body... she longs to reach between her legs and placate the throbbing there, but she won't.. hunger is the best sauce, they say... and Kitty wants to be hungry for tomorrow.

Mia still hasn't called, which means that Dave must be something indeed. Of course he will be tired tomorrow, she grins to herself... which means she will have to come up with a particularly stunning plan.....

She has already faxed Craig a list of her needs, what to buy, how to set up the room.... thank god for Craig, a woman's best friend...
Kitty jerks her hand away from her clean-shaven pubis... thinking of Craig and his willingness to please had her forgetting her self-inflicted hungerstrike... thinking of his smooth, muscled body, the purity of his youth and his unflagging stamina, aaah, always there to help, to soothe, to run his hands where they were needed, to slip his tongue or cock....

Bad girl Kitty, she jerks her now moist finger away and wraps herself quickly and tightly into a soft old black silk kimono, covering all the parts of her crying out to be touched.

She walks barefoot to the kitchen, and stands in front of the open refridgerator, looking for a diversion. Kitty slices chilled mango and sprinkes blueberries over the bright orange slices, she pours a little frothy coconut milk over the top and goes to nest among the many cushions on her sofa.

She clicks the remote and music fills the air. She sighs with pleasure and spoons a little coconut milk and a blueberry into her mouth. The milk is cold and slightly sweet, the blueberry rolls hard and smooth on her tongue, the little nubbly crown of it a small diversion... she pushes it up against the roof of her mouth where it pops with a startling sourness and mixes with the milk on her tongue. She so loves having different textures in her mouth, she adds a sliver of mango, so cold, so smooth, so tart... a small rivulet of blueberry tinged coconut milk makes it's way from the corner of her mouth, wandering down her chin, her neck, down into her cleavage... and the hand not holding the spoon follows...

Kitty was in oral heaven.

 

[gaigirl]

Mia calls

Kitty
Mia still hasn't called, which means that Dave must be something indeed.

The phone propped between her chin and shoulder, Mia listened to the ringing at the other end. Pick up, Kitty. I know you're there. she thought impatiently.

Just as Mia was about to give up, Kitty answered. "Hellooooooo?"

"Hi there-- where've you been?" Mia greeted her friend.

"I'd say the question is, where have YOU been?" Kitty answered in a suggestive tone.

"Sorry. I've had my hands full..." Mia responded.

"Is he a hand full?" Kitty asked with a laugh.

"Call him up for an appointment and check him out for yourself, I don't kiss and tell. He is more than I expected, I'll say that much."

"Since when do you not kiss and tell?" Kitty teased.

Mia chuckled in reply. "I'm turning over a new leaf. I think maybe this one might be a keeper."

"Then this is no time to be turning over new leaves. Tell all, start now." Ktity demanded.

Mia hesitated. Kitty was her best friend, and they hadn't kept secrets from one another in the past, but the memory of Dave was still so fresh in her mind that she hadn't sorted through things yet, and wasn't sure where to start. For now, Mia just wanted to wrap herself in the sensations and the experiences, and keep it all to herself. "Let's have dinner sometime this week. I'm not sure I have figured it out well enough to talk about it yet," she finally answered. "I can hardly walk!"

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Re: Mia calls

I'm not sure I have figured it out well enough to talk about it yet," she finally answered. "I can hardly walk!"

Kitty

'Wow, you met your marathon man at last, huh?' Kitty chuckled... 'I never thought I'd hear you sound so *um* totally done... but did you get in any of that data-basing you were so eager to learn?' she asked, her voice dripping with naughty sarcasm...

Kitty envied Mia's clear sexuality, and wished her own could be more simple. One of their mutual friends had once told her that making love to Mia was like taking a drink from a pure, deep mountain spring, whereas sex with Kitty was like tearing one's way barehanded through an over grown rose garden... brambles and petals equally captivating, sweet but painful.... *ppphhht*
But Kitty felt no animosity toward Mia and the shining attraction she held for men. Mia was also Kitty's haven, the only friend who knew her completely, but never judged, never condemned and was always willing to talk or listen....

'Yeah, Mia I know the feeling, when the sex has been soooo amazing, you want to hug all the details close to your body and not share until you have retasted and sorted every sensation.
But since you feel that way, are you sure I can give him a test-drive? Don't want to step on your turf, so to speak. You say he might be a keeper, but you know me, I just want to borrow briefly, but will back off if you don't want to hear me going on and on about it afterwards... I always kiss and tell.' Kitty laughed but hoped Mia would say in her openhearted way that it would be alright. A handful...yum, maybe more than a handful..... marathon sex... oooh Craig had better get all the details right.....

Kitty was off on her flights of fancy, the mangos and blueberries a faint memory on her tongue.... she could almost taste Dave... and was so busy imagining each little lick and gasp that she nearly didn't hear when Mia answered......

 

[whatsinanameuk]

The drive home

The fine refreshing spray from the shower nozzle directed the cleansing spray at our bodies, and as we soaped each other with herb scented gel, the particles of soil and food ran off us, swirling away in the spiral of water and foam draining from the shower.

In the steam and with the sounds of running water filling our ears I had paid Mia one last act of homage, kneeling before her, with the shower head (set to vibrating jet) in my hand. With my tongue and water jet I’d explored the beauty of her petal blossom. Lingering attentions from my tongue and sweeping pulses of the shower had brought her again to weak-kneed passion.

As for me, as we sat and ate a simple meal in the kitchen, Mia wrapped in silk and my modesty protected by the wrap of a towel, I’d regained a little composure and strength, but felt an un-named anxiety within me.

I pondered this on the drive home, in my freshly laundered clothes; Mia had touched something deep inside me, I couldn’t identify it, or maybe didn’t want to, but I knew here was a woman I felt I’d die for - was this really me!

 

[gaigirl]

phone chat

Kitty
"...But since you feel that way, are you sure I can give him a test-drive? Don't want to step on your turf, so to speak. You say he might be a keeper, but you know me, I just want to borrow briefly, but will back off if you don't want to hear me going on and on about it afterwards... I always kiss and tell." Kitty laughed but hoped Mia would say in her openhearted way that it would be alright.

Kitty was off on her flights of fancy, the mangos and blueberries a faint memory on her tongue.... she could almost taste Dave... and was so busy imagining each little lick and gasp that she nearly didn't hear when Mia answered...

"I can't stop you from test driving, nor would I want to, but let's make a deal. Don't tell me until I ask." answered Mia after a moment to think about it. "He's a pretty liquefying ride," she added with a wicked giggle. "I'm surprised that things went as far as they did, as fast as they did. I'm pretty highly charged, but you know how I am, right? I hardly ever let things get physical before I know a guy."

"Yeah, I know how you are. Cautious. Far too cautious, much too safe, Kitty asserted, siezing the chance to get her claws in. She'd often felt that there was good reason for Mia's marital status of 'single'. At the same time, Kitty never gave up the hope that she might help Mia figure things out for herself. "So how was the lesson?"

"Never really got there. We did talk about my photos though, and the possibility of a website featuring my photography. A kind of on-line photo album, as it were. I guess we'll have to reschedule the lesson." Mia was a little relieved to turn the topic of conversation back to more neutral ground, although she tried to be as open as possible with Kitty when discussiong her sex life. Kitty was someone Mia envied. The kind of woman men called a tiger in the bedroom. Mia had always felt that she could learn a thing or two from Kitty, and she generally welcomed the kind of feedback her friend gave her, but now wasn't the time. "How are things at work?" she asked her friend.

 

[LadyMurasaki]

looking for Mr Goodbar

OOC
Kitty is looking for a Craig to run errands and the odd *odd job*

pls PM for details and duties.....

pleasure awaits..... forget fortune favors the bold... Kitty is looking for submissive and smooth ... but not too.... *grin*

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Re: phone chat

[B "How are things at work?" she asked her friend. [/B]

Kitty

'Work? Pretty good, business is up since the crash of the dot.com... more than businesses, regular people are putting up some really interesting stuff. We set up a live cam page for this young couple the other day... Craig went to set up the cam and then we had great fun watching them go online....'

Kitty thinks of that icky but exciting feeling of watching the couple, still hyper aware of the camera. She had never thought much about peeping... exhibitionism, well yes of course, that was fun.... but watching never really held an appeal for her. But recently she found herself wanting to log on to that webcam site at odd hours... hmmmmm a new flavour in the smartie box... without meaning to, she laughed out loud.

'what are you chuckling about there all to yourself, Kitty?' Mia asked.....
Kitty was slightly embarrassed and lied, '*um* having to kiss and not tell, Mia. You certainly are opening up new vistas for me. What happens if it's a bummer and I want to gripe and groan... I mean,' she laughed, 'what happens if it's stunning and I want to brag?'
Before Mia could answer Kitty added quickly, 'you sure know how to teach a dog new tricks.... maybe I'll even enjoy being discrete. Well. you sound pooped and I need my beauty sleep and since I'm not going to get any juicy details out of you tonight, I think we'd both head for bed, to sleep for a change. Night Mia, sleep well.'
Kitty hung up and decided it was time she went to bed too.

 

[Steiner]

Craig

Craig Johanssen rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "God, it's late and there is SO much left still to arrange for tomorrow..."

He opened his To Do list and checked down the line again.

1. Put off Transnational meet and greet. Check - although if they didn't move fast they'd probably lose the Corporate Webspace contract.

2. Request redraft of Michelson proposal, and reschedule for next week. Check

3. Research firewall improvements. Check - someone had hacked one of their cam pages the other day and it had taken a lot of patient placating and a fruit basket to quieten the clients webmistress down. With the new software rolling in tonight they should be totally secure, for awhile anyway.

4. Take care of the arrangements as faxed. He COULDN'T screw this one up, she'd been talking about little else for the last couple of days.


He got the fax out and checked it closely.

Hamper... Chateau Lafite 1983... Selection of sliced fresh fruits... The right music... The right lighting... So much to remember, especially as he himself wouldn't be reaping the rewards of this little encounter. For a second he felt a flash of annoyance, how come when Kitty called on HIS services it was always on HER terms? This soon passed and he remembered all the things he had to be grateful to her for. A lot of bosses insisted that they be the absolute centre of their Assistants world, and Kitty sometimes rewarded him handsomely for his efforts...


OOC: Craig Johanssen is a twenty-something graduate with an MBA in Business Affairs. He's bright, cheerful and energetic, and also something of a pushover around women. Kitty is his boss and his sometime lover - like her feline namesake, however, any affection is given on her terms and at a time of her choosing. Although she categorises their "relationship" as open and no-strings, she tends to raise merry hell for him if he can't drop everything and cater to her every need. This wrecked two relationships of his, before he caught on and stayed single. Like a lot of young businessmen Craig finds time to work out, but has little to no social life, being completely immersed in his work.

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kitty

Kitty yawned and stretched in bed.... loving the feel of the silk sheets against her naked skin, the way her hair tumbled across the pillows.... thank god her husband preferred to live in his own apartment.... how droll to roll into a warm musty body when the slick cold sheets could wake her like this....she fumbled for the curtain remote control and with a deft click, sunlight came streaming into her room..... she slipped from the bed and padded to the bathroom... standing in front of the mirror, she was startled to see blueberry stains on her breasts and trailing down her tight little tummy. Oh! well so much for self restraint, she laughed to herself and set the shower on very hot.

Her sleep had been interrupted with strange flashes of Craig and the unknown Dave... Lately thoughts of Craig had been crowding out her dreams of Earnest the fantasy lover.... For some reason Kitty had been feeling an unfounded irritation with Craig... it wasn't anything he did, lord knows he did his job and so much more without fault, always perfect, she also felt a deep seated need for something that was lacking in her life... 'Oh fiddle-dee-dee,' she frowned as she vigorously rubbed the shampoo into her long hair, as if she could banish these thoughts and feelings and rinse them away with the foam.... Kitty hated anything to interfere with her scheming.. Today HAD to be perfect....

She finished with her shower and dried her hair, knotting it up in to the usual tight chignon... Kitty's body was almost humming with tension... in auto drive she smoothed on the whisper of black stockings, clipping them deftly to a lacy black garterbelt. She put the silk panties on last, a habit which allowed her to lose them first. A bra or not? She reached into her closet and chose a bra she knew was slightly tight for her, knowing that it would push her breasts up in delicious tension, creating a feeling of being harnessed in... Kitty was not consciously aware of these longings and why she needed the bra to be confining... She randomly chose one of her skimpy black Armani power suits, small tight skirt with a long lapelled jacket, the whiteness where her breasts rounded out of the quarter cup black bra was shockingly apparent through her lacy blouse....

Kitty didn't know it, but she had dressed, almost asking for trouble.... she applied light make-up and discreet dabs of Chanel No. 5, grabbed some coffee and was out the door heading for her black 1983 Mercedes-Benz 560 SEC Convertable... The grey leather seats felt wicked, especially at that little junction where her leg ran out of stocking and was slightly exposed by the riding up of her skirt.... The day was lovely and she let the top down... knowing that the John Browns of the city carpooling in their boring 4X4's would look down on her and go on to work with longing in their hearts and a great big erection in their boring tweedy pants...

She slid her tiny sunglasses onto her pert nose, gunned the engine, double-clutched and roared off, her mind already hours ahead, always planning, always plotting.....

 

[Steiner]

Another night at the office... Craig lifted his head from the arm of the sofa in his office as the tiny alarm clock he bought for occaisions like this announced that it was 08:00.

Quickly grabbing towel and washthings he headed to the basement, glad that Kitty had sprung for having a shower installed in one of her generous moods.

Twenty minutes later Craig had changed into a fresh shirt, put his suit back on and was upstairs in Kitty's office, preparing her mail, turning on the cofee machine and laying out the results of last nights endeavours on her desk. He'd learned quickly that Kitty preferred a fait accompli to a work in progress - she liked everything neat and tidy, with all loose ends tied up before he briefed her in. It could be hell on earth when she decided to change something but, what could you do?

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Kitty gets to work

She blew into the office like a small tornado, frowning at her staff as she made her way through to her corner office.... she banged the big oak door open, her hand already out waiting for her morning expresso. Craig, as always was there, with the coffee. Instead of her usual satisfaction with how well he jumped through hoops for her, Kitty felt a frission of annoyance. She looked around for something to gripe about and her eyes came to rest on Craig's silvery tie,

'Oh for goodness sake, Craig. What a shitty tie, you might as well wear a mackerel around your neck.'

Craig was hurt, it was the tie his last ex had given him when they parted, a tie she handed to him as she warned him to get away from Kitty before he became osmosed into her completely. In an uncharacteristic burst of rebellion he stared defiantly at Kitty, daring her to carry on and try and make him change his tie. Well, he wouldn't, not today. She wasn't the only one in a bad mood.

Kitty stepped back, a little shocked with the new face Craig had shown. It was like waking up one morning to find that the sky had turned green.... Craig was so steady, like a rock, unchangingly dependable... She spilt a little coffee and it splashed on her shoes... she was shocked to feel little hot tears stinging her eyes....

 

[Steiner]

Craig hadn't felt adrenaline like this since the time he'd gone four rounds with the dope head who tried to mug him coming out of that bar. The niggling sense of dissatisfaction he'd been feeling for the last... ...eternity... ...had suddenly crystalised into something very tangible, and focused, and she was right in front of him.

Feeling a vein pulsing at his temple, he caught sight of himself in the mirror behind Kitty and noticed that rather than his usual beet red of embarassment his colour had dropped to the pale white of rage.

 

[LadyMurasaki]

his colour had dropped to the pale white of rage.

Kitty was floundering, she was NOT going to cry, she never did. She turned from Craig, pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped her own shoes.... she walked to the desk and sat down, riffling through the faxes and messages Craig had left on her desk for her.

Craig was still staring at her with a terrible look on his face. He looked as if he could just reach out and crush her with one grab.... She swallowed, a little afraid, but a strange excitement had begun to bubble up inside of her... she didn't believe that this was more than a fleeting thing, something that would pass as soon as she asked him to do something else for her. He would crumble not her.

Kitty decided to try and push the issue, she kicked off her still damp shoes... swung her legs up on the desk, allowing her skirt to ride up really high.
'Look what you've done, ' she said, waving her coffee stained feet in the air..... Craig seemed to grow taller and his face paler.
'Oh god,' Kitty thought, 'I need insurance.' She reached over and picked up her telephone, speed dialing through to the private line of the CEO of Transnational... 'Hi Bob,' she crooned in her sexiest, client catching voice. 'It's about the greet and meet, let me just get Craig on the other line to explain.'

With her foot, Kitty prodded the other phone in Craig's direction.... raising her eyebrow in a laviscious taunt... Craig grabbed the phone and struggled to be cordial to Bob.
There, Kitty had him now... the other phone was positioned (unlike her cordless one) so that Craig had to stand in a way where he was looking down her legs and up her skirt.... and lord knows, Bob could talk forever.

While making generic agreeing noises aimed at Craig and Bob's conversation Kitty pulled her skirt up her thighs a little, allowing her to unclip the stockings from the garterbelt. Her nails made spiteful little clicking sounds and Craig seemed to jump slightly at each pop... his face getting darker and darker by the minute.

She rolled the stockings slowly down, actually raising her legs in the air to do it... almost like a strip tease... her eyes never left Craig's face... he was trying hard not to look. She took another pair of sheer stockings from the bottom drawer in her desk... leaning over at an impossible angle to do it. Her breasts threatening to spill out of that tight little bra. She started smoothing on the new stockings even more slowly, caressing here and there, pretending to check that they were unrolling smoothly... but very blatantly fondling her own legs. Higher and higher and then snap, snap, back on to the garter belt. Kitty let her one hand slip between her legs and she opened her thighs slightly....

She stretched out one foot, letting it come softly to rest on Craig's suitfront.... walking her stockinged toes down to his crotch..

She was just beginning to enjoy herself immensly when Craig grabbed her ankle very very tightly and said 'Yes Bob, Ok, I see, well, over to Kitty, I know you have a lot to discuss with her.'
He put down his phone and raised Kitty's foot to his mouth.

 

[Steiner]

Craig

Staying angry with Kitty was a lot like trying to punch fog - she was as changeable as the weather and as artful as ever. At first Craig wasn't sure whether to pretend to still be angry - this morning was as close to shocked as he'd ever seen her at his behaviour and, to his surprise, she hadn't reacted by trying to overpower his anger with her own, as he thought she might - instead she'd reacted by manipulating him into a familiar position of weakness to her. Ah well, he inwardly shrugged, and lifted her foot to his lips - placing a kiss right on the sensitive sole, through her stocking.

Trailing tiny kisses he moved to the ball of her foot, and then kissed the pad of each perfect toe, then touching the tip of his tongue he worked back down them. Keeping her foot lifted high he kissed the point of her ankle, then the back of her ankle, then he slowly started to work his way up her calf - returning the torment whilst she attempted to make non-commital sounds on the telephone. Craig grinned, more than one way to skin a cat...